Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2009-04-24 05:42:26 | 112.77 | |
| 959 | 2009-04-20 22:25:51 | 115.07 |